I was reading Neil Gaiman's blog last night and it always makes me miserable when I do. It's like looking through a crystal ball and seeing "Ooooh, this is what you want your life to be like" and then turning off the computer and remembering I'm still a bloody student juggling a part time job and only getting enough inspiration to write when there's an essay due. Damn you Neil Gaiman with your awesome whimsicalness and stories about Dr Who and conventions and the like!
I heart him, I really do.
In other news, Dinosaur Comics are awesome. But whenever I read them, I hear my friend Rob's voice.
I need to behave now. I'm just putting off this Celine essay. Must close the internet before I end up buying geeky yet amazing tshirts. Oh dear...